listening to this album was like watching someone throw paint on a beautiful painting, like waking up in the morning to the girl you sat up with all night talking to find out in the morning her favorite movie is Jackass and she wants to spend the day cruising the mall. Britany meets and mates with the dixie Chicks. After the intelligence of the songs of the first two albums, the texture of the simple arrangements so evoking their home of Nova Scotia, the stories, the pure and warm vocals this one is baffling in it's adolescent stupidity. "Every Lover knows this song too well" they sing and after the first listening you'll know these the same way, finishing off the rhyme before you hear it. Maureen and some guy named Murphy wrote all the songs and apparently they never met a beat-up hackneyed pop cliche they didnt like or a one syllable word they couldnt rhyme with the most obvious and lazy choice. Feel/Real, free/me and the list goes on and on and on. It could be a glossary of high school rhymes and sentiments. The melodeess have no surprises and follow the path of least resistance. Apparently Murphy was trying to find work for as many of his musician friends as he could and the arrangements include everyone playing his hardest at the same time. Someone obviously stole the Innis Sisters cut their brains in half and threw away the good part. Where is the voice from Red Rose, "and the Moon nd the Stars" After listening to Walk Away, I did and played Red Rrose three times to get the taste out of my ears. This album breaks my heart, dont buy it and maybe they'll return to what they do so well - interpret folk songs.